Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 6 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
If you please: for it must be so. And appear to her A thing to be beloved? Yes. Change then A little of your wildness into wisdom, And put on a more smoothness: I'll do the best I can to help ye, yet I do protest she swore, and swore it deeply, She would never see you more: where's your man's heart now? What do you faint at this? She is a woman: But he she entertains next for a servant, I shall be bold to quarter. No thought of fight: Go in, and there we'll talk more: be but ruled, And what lies in my power, ye shall be sure of. He cannot be so wild still. 'Tis most certain I have now heard all, and all the truth. Grant all that: Is he the first, that h'as been given a lost man, And yet come fairly home? he is young, and tender And fit for that impression; your affections Shall stamp upon him, age brings on discretion, A year hence, these mad toys that now possess him Will show like bugbears to him, shape's to fright him; Marriage dissolves all these like mists. They are grounded Hereditary in him, from his father And to his grave they will haunt him. 'Tis your fear Which is a wise part in you; yet your love However you may seem to lessen it with these dislikes, and choke it with these errors, Do what you can will break out to excuse him, Ye have him in your hart, and planted, Cousin, From whence the power of reason, nor discretion Can ever root him. Planted in my heart Aunt? Believe it no, I never was so liberal: What though he show a so so comely fellow Which we call pretty? or say it may be handsome? What though his promises may stumble at The power of goodness in him, sometimes use too? How willingly thy heart betrays thee cousin? Cousin thyself no more: thou hast no more power To leave off loving him, than he that's thirsty Has to abstain from drink standing before him. His mind is not so monstrous for his shape If I have eyes; I have not seen his better. A handsome brown complexion Reasonable Inclining to a tawny. Had I said so You would have wished my tongue out: then his making. Which may be mended: I have seen legs straighter. And cleaner made. A body too, Far neater, And better set together. God forgive thee, For against thy conscience thou liest stubbornly. I grant 'tis neat enough. 'Tis excellent, And where the outward parts are fair and lovely, (Which are but moulds o'th' mind) what must the soul be? Put case youth has his swinge, and fiery nature Flames to mad uses many times. All this You only use, to make me say I love him: I do confess I do, but that my fondness Should fling itself upon his desperate follies.
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If you pleaſe: for it muſt be ſo. And appeare to her A thing to be belov'd? Yes. Change then A little of your wildeneſſe into wiſedome, And put on a more ſmoothneſſe: I'le doe the beſt I can to helpe ye, yet I doe proteſt ſhe ſwore, and ſwore it deeply, She would never ſee you more: where's your mans heart now? What doe you faint at this? She is a woman: But he ſhe entertaines next for a ſervant, I ſhall be bold to quarter. No thought of fighting: Goe in, and there wee'l talke more: be but rul'd, And what lyes in my power, ye ſhall be ſure of. HEe cannot be ſo wilde ſtill. 'Tis moſt certaine I have now heard all, and all the truth. Grant all that: Is he the firſt, that h'as bin giv'n a loſt man, And yet come fairely home? he is yong, and tender And fit for that impreſſion; your affections Shall ſtamp upon him, age brings on diſcretion, A yeere hence, theſe mad toyes that now poſſeſſe him Will ſhew like bugbeares to him, ſhapes to fright him; Marriage diſſolves all theſe like miſts. They are grounded Hereditary in him, from his father And to his grave they will haunt him. 'Tis your feare Which is a wiſe part in you; yet your love However you may ſeeme to leſſen it with theſe diſlikes, and choake it with theſe errors, Do what you can will break out to excuſe him, Ye have him in your hart, and planted, Coſin, From whence the power of reaſon, nor diſcretion Can ever roote him. Planted in my heart Aunt? Beleeve it no, I never was ſo liberall: What though he ſhew a ſo ſo comely fellow Which we call pretty? or ſay it may be hanſom? What though his promiſes may ſtumble at The power of goodneſſe in him, ſometimes uſe too? How willingly thy heart betrayes thee coſin? Cozen thy ſelfe no more: thou haſt no more power To leave off loving him, then he that's thirſty Has to abſtaine from drinke ſtanding before him. His mind is not ſo monſtrous for his ſhape If I have eyes; I have not ſeene his better. A hanſom browne complexion Reaſonable Inclining to a tawney. Had I ſaid ſo You would have wiſh'd my tongue out: then his making. Which may be mended: I have ſeene leggs ſtraiter. And cleaner made. A body too, Far neater, And better ſet together. God forgive thee, For againſt thy conſcience thou lyeſt ſtubbornely. I grant 'tis neat enough. 'Tis excellent, And where the outward parts are faire and lovely, (Which are but molds o'th minde) what muſt the ſoule be? Put caſe youth has his ſwinge, and fyery nature Flames to mad uſes many times. All this You onely uſe, to make me ſay I love him: I doe confeſſe I doe, but that my fondneſſe Should fling it ſelfe upon his deſperate follies.